Tuesday, September 17, 2013
that time Isaac peed on someone else's floor
If you haven't read this post, you have to. Just stop, go read it, and then come back. I was inspired to write this post after reading that post.
Being a mom can mean you are put into some pretty embarrassing, humiliating situations, all thanks to your kiddos. You have no control over it. They just do things. Things that make all the color drain from your face, or make you blush and break out in hives. Either way, if you aren't yet there as a mother, just wait. That moment when you are mortified beyond anything you've ever experienced, it's there, waiting, always lurking around the corner, just waiting to pounce at the most inopportune time.
There we were, in the lobby of our mortgage broker. I needed to drop off a book worth of paperwork so they could begin our loan process. I had with me a small baby on my hip and a semi-potty trained toddler by my side. The toddler was wearing regular underwear, which usually isn't an issue in public. He had gone potty before we left the house, but he isn't always so keen on letting me know when he needs to go potty. I thought we'd be fine.
I was wrong.
Isaac was sitting on the floor, playing with his truck as I talked to our loan officer. After he had gone back to make copies of all the paperwork I brought in, he answered a few quick questions for me. With that, it was time to head out and run a couple more errands. Little did I know, but soon found out, Isaac had decided to pee on the floor while he was playing. He, of course, said absolutely nothing. But when he stood up, there was a large puddle of pee on the ground.
And that's when I turned a thousand shades of red.
It was one of those moments where a thousands thoughts run through your mind at once: did anyone see yet? how can I clean it up so no one notices? he saw it already? crap! what can I do to fix this? can I just run away and pretend I don't know this kid?
Our loan officer, bless his heart, insisted on cleaning it up for me. He ran to the bathroom and got a bunch of paper towels. There I was, mortified, saying, "No, no. Please. Let me clean it up. I am so sorry." He laughed it off, told me he had 6 kids and not to worry.
I didn't know how to respond.
Do you just say "thank you" to someone who cleans your kid's pee up off his floor? I felt like I needed to say more, do more. But there wasn't anything else to say.
"Thank you so much. You are too kind. Have a great day!"
That's all I could say.
And with that, we headed to the bathroom where I proceeded to change the kid's underwear. Lucky for him, I did have a clean pair of underwear but I didn't have any clean shorts in my bag. He got to walk down the hall, get in the elevator, walk through the lobby and out into the parking lot wearing no pants. Awesome.
As moms, we are put in tough, embarrassing, awkward, unusual, no-fun situations all the time. When people actually take the time to help you out, it's really an incredible thing. It shouldn't be because you should be able to expect others to be courteous and helpful, but that isn't always the case. In fact, it isn't usually the case.
But to those who do take notice of a mom in need and step in to help, thank you. We really really really appreciate your kindness. It means a whole lot to someone who, most days, has to deal with a whole lot of tough stuff on her own.
By the way, when Isaac is old enough to read this and understand that I told the internets about this embarrassing moment, I hope he laughs. I'm sure he'll appreciate his 2 year old self doing something like this to his mom. I'm sure he'll be proud. He is a boy after all, and my husband's son.